Lyrics:
on the bench
I make up a scheme then we fiend for the next
No make up or weave and she been for the sex
Roll up everything then i lean to the left
Swear it
up, it's on, no games, we grown
I know you feel like sometimes
That y'all don't speak the same language
Uh huh, I know that you just wanna let it go
(I am yours)
You can always try and wrap me in your arms
Always down for you never setting no alarms
Baby, I love you cause you’ve turned me blue
you had me? that was cap yeah
I'm on the move & I'm going
I'ma be gone by the morning
Ion even know where I'm going
I ain't trusting no more hoes
Ain't
are cold like tenants
Tryin' to keep your weight up better eat that spinach
For four twenty-five niggas lives get diminished
The world serious, I
have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so busy getting drunk, you smoke that weed until it turns you red and blue
But I'm just out here having
guess or reassess
It’s time to redo
And if I go round I might begin to mow down
The enemy, catch a blue bird by the neck
I started to believe
Clock
on you crab boys
You ride in a bucket and be strict with Gas Bwes
Smoking on that Strickland, that's that Texas gas, boy
I might beat yo' ass and end up
I blamed it on you
You blamed it on me
Let' s call it a truce
And just let it be
Go throw on those blue jeans you paint on so tight
Cuz we're going
gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
been burned by love before
Like a wild horse, I'm free to explore
The entrepreneur in me isn't going to quit no more
Underneath that old oak tree where
light the blunt tell by the spark
I'm high like kite, Smell like a fart
Lil Bitch i'm the shit like a shart
It don't ever make no sense
Stack my racks up
on my haters
No cap bitch I'm up next
They gotta vendetta still
Chasing the blue hundreds like Nike bitch I'm about a check
They gotta vendetta still
I
pull up doley by my lonely
Like a big dog, true blue
But I'm poppin' like a big dog
Be yourself real niggas gonna fuck with us...
For real niggas...
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck,
Slim
I don't wanna lose
So I gotta keep winning now
Fam run the whole resort ain't no need to rent cabanas out
Uncles telling us to holla at shorties
steppin' in my lane for
Not knowing that it's a land mine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
I'm up seventy five on seventy five, when they was going for the twenty five
Guess who's pickin' up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraordinary pay
was
Fucking up her gold pots
Drug dealer, been that nigga half my life
Mongoose bicycle, I was stuffing junkie pipes
Graduated, now I get it for
soul was up for sale
Here me out
This is my testimony
I got multiple identities
Jesus help me please
Split personality, sinful by nature but saved at 23
cooking in the locker room
One hundred K for a brand new Mercedes'
Water on me, I bathe in Euphrates
These internet fakes ain't new to me
All night beat
did him like he Ricky
He spent his last on a lil bag for a lil hoe that end up leaving quickly
I know the opps, they hella mad that they can't keep up
squashing it
All my young niggas shoot like Stojakovic
Bitch I be flexing in Texas like Poppovich
Imma throw up the deuces you copping it
Better thank god for
the river was dry.
He's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue.
I had me a man who couldn't be true.
He made me for my money and she made me blue
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